if you're from my school, you know who you are (a certain someone), get a life and grow up. Don't you dare read this chapter ty🤓

P.S - this is my first time writing smut😙✌🏼

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The tension in the air was thick, especially the car ride back. The atmosphere felt like it was charged with heat and an overfill of anticipation. One of Theo's hands was wrapped around the wheel of the car, and the other wrapped around my bare naked thigh, my dress edging up and up and I didn't dare to pull it back down. But as soon as we got to his, we both knew something was going to happen tonight. I wasn't ready to go the full way, feeling that I need to understand him in more ways before stripping myself bare in front of him. But I was ready to do something.

Theo guided me along the drive and up to the door, feeling a sense of exciting pool in my stomach. I sat down, slipping my right heel off whilst Theo slipped off my left, taking my heels over to the shoe rack to neatly place down alongside his shoes. A second later, Theo grabbed my hand and nodded his head in the direction of the stairs, and I smiled.

I felt nervous, of course I did, I didn't know what to do or how any of this worked. But I knew Theo would be there with me, guiding me. He wouldn't judge me, I knew that much.

"Want to watch a movie?" He asked when we entered his room, his bedroom the same from the last time I came here. I nodded and he started up the widescreen tv, turning on some Halloween movie. I felt tired, but not like I could go to sleep right away, so I slipped into bed beside him, fully dressed, and situated the pillow against the headboard so that I could lean my head against it. From beside me, I could feel a magnetic force pulling me towards him and I could tell that he was on the verge of saying or doing something, and so was I.

For half an hour, none of us spoke, none of us moved, I wasn't even interested in the movie because all I could think about was him. I could smell his prominent divine aftershave from here and if I looked to my left from the corner of my eye, I could see the veins in his hands, disappearing under his black blouse that was practically bursting at the buttons, restraining against his flexing muscles. I closed my eyes, feeling the same feeling as I did earlier and every time he looked hot - which was all time and I was not getting a break - was that pool of heat down below. I felt my body was growing warm and I couldn't resist him no more.

But I didn't know if this was too fast or if he definitely wanted it too.

But I would never know if I didn't try, right?

Fourteen year old Willow would be screaming from her lungs right now if she knew what I was about to do.

I opened my eyes, took a deep breath and pulled the covers up, letting myself scoot smoothly across the soft mattress and onto his lap, his thick thighs supporting me. I bit my lip as I looked at Theo; he looked startled and I almost thought this was a mistake but suddenly his hands circled around my waist, the edge of the dress rising by itself. I felt myself grow even more warm and my mind was foggy and dizzy. I needed him right now, whatever that entailed.

"Want me that much, huh?" He joked, his voice low and husky. I gulped and decided not to reply, knowing I'd embarrass myself. His face contorted into genuine surprise and he chuckled, his body moving up and down, coming into contact with my lower half. It felt good, why did it feel good? I wanted more of it. Fudge.

Just seeing him staring at me with a look of desire and desperation, knowing he was playing this out to see if this was what I really wanted and that I wasn't just doing it for him, but I needed him, and I wanted him to want me too.

With another deep breath, feeling all kinds of emotions swarming around inside of me, I lowered my head and kissed him, our lips meeting in a small soft peck. Then I leaned back. "I do, Theo. I want it."

He nodded, his lips brushing up against mine.

"And what do you want, Will?" He whispered, his face teasingly close to me. "What do you want me to do to you, huh? Because I can do anything." His hands skimmed along my waist, teasing me.

I swallowed, "touch me. P-please, please touch me." With a firm nod of the head, Theo and I's lips connected. At first it was slow, agonisingly slow, but then it sped up, becoming heated and heavy, passion flowing out from us and into his room.

Everything felt great, I felt like I was on fire and was going to combust right here, right now, but I wouldn't even be able to do that because in a split second, everything changed. Theo's covered lower half met mine and I went absolutely crazy. My lips broke free from his and that same sound from earlier in the attic when he made me whimper, came straight out again, but this time much louder. Theo chuckled but that soon died down as soon as he knotted his hand in my hair and pulled me down to his lips once again, his hips pushing up against myself. I moaned again, but kept my lips attached to his and wrapped one arm around his neck and the other on his blouse, hand sneaking its way to the buttons to unbutton them.

When Theo kept gridning against me, I felt myself drip in my lace panties, my dress slipping over my button so that I was naked from the waist down apart from my thong that was still on. Feeling the electricity surge through me, I met Theo's movements and started grinding against himself, already feeling his rock hard dick covered by his extremely sexy suit pants. Theo groaned into my mouth, and his hand in my hair tightened, our movements simultaneously speeding up.

"Gosh, baby, you drive me fucking crazy." He whimpered. Then he kissed me even rougher.

"Theo—ah!" I moaned a second later when one of his hand snaked its way down to my ass, cupping it. I felt more and more heat and wetness flow to my lower region and I felt like I was in a space of euphoria.

"Y-you're so fucking beautiful." He muttered into my lips and I moaned when his hands firmly pushed my ass against his dick. It felt like a swarm of hotness travel further through my stomach and I felt my legs buck. "You're already so close." He laughed, his voice and words doing wonders.

"P-please, I need m-more." I managed to breathe out through my moans and whimpers. It felt so good, he felt so good. I didn't think I was going to last very long and would happily spill just from doing this, but I felt my core burn and I wanted something else, something more intimate.

"You want my fingers?" He husked and his finger skimmed across my bare ass, travelling downwards. "Do you? Or do you want my tongue." I whimpered into his neck, feeling shy that his dark eyes that were filled with lust were watching me with intent.

"Both." I whimpered again and popped open his blouse, his bare chest on show. My hands dipped into the daunts of his abs and I bit my lip, feeling myself buckle just from the sight.

"Needy girl." He whispered and swiftly picked me up to change our positions. I was now laying back flat against the soft mattress whilst he was in front of me, knelt down. Through the daze and overheating sensations, my eyes dropped from his face and down to his pants, a large bulge facing me. I did that. "You did that, Willow." He coaxed, his voice deep.

I let out a small whine and he clicked his neck, his abs flexing. From here, from this angle, I could see his v-line that seeped down and under his pants, taunting me.

"Eyes up here, love." He said, catching my attention again. I looked back up at him and gulped as he stared at me for a couple of long seconds, his lip toying with his lip ring— how would that feel against me?

In a couple of seconds, his lips were back on mine, fingers massaging my thigh and I felt tingles surge through me. His lips felt good against mine and I could never get bored of them. He felt amazing and smelt amazing. He always made me laugh and smile and under his bad boy façade, he was smart and had hobbies that he loved. I was glad he wasn't like all the other assholes there were in the world.

We kissed for a couple more minutes with his hips against mine, just being in each others embrace. That was until he pulled his lips away from mine and looked into my eyes.

"Are you sure?" He asked, his voice soft and gentle. I smiled — and blushed — and nodded. "Words, Will. I'm gonna' need words."

I gulped and cleared my throat. "I'm certain." I said, pushing his hair away from his face. His green eyes sparkled and he nodded, his lips kissing my forehead for a split second before he was pulling away completely, his hands on the hem of my dress. I leant up on my elbows and he looked at me, waiting for the assurance that he could.

When I nodded, he started to lift the thin material upwards and I could feel his eyes on my naked skin, only my thin lace cotton panties and bra covering my most treasured aspects. I felt nervous, and helped him lift the dress over my head, seeing him fling it somewhere in his room. I didn't care about that, didn't care about anything else but his eyes that were on my body.

I hated people seeing my body, I hated exposing myself by wearing things that I would've dreamt of. This was new to me and I felt so anxious.

Theo, who had seen many girls over his time, seeing how perfectly sculpted they were — and rightly so, women were amazing — but seeing as I didn't measure or even come close to how they all looked, I felt self-conscious. I had hip dips, I had a pouch, no muscle in sight, and I had stretch marks. I wasn't like those girls.

My hands immediately came to cover my stomach, and I saw Theo frown; he looked at me and I gulped, feeling myself blush and not for the right reasons. "I'm sorry." I said and his brows pinched together.

"What do you mean?" His tone was gentle and it made me feel guilty. This wasn't what he was expecting. I should've known better.

"I'm not like them." I shook my head and looked down, but he instantly scooped my chin up with his finger, his eyes perplexing as he was trying to read me.

"Who?" He questioned and I gulped.

"All those other girls." I whispered and his eyes widened in realisation. I knew that was what it was about. I wasn't sculpted the way they were. I wasn't perfect — and I certainly was not bringing down women who were made in every perfect way, because they were beautiful, everyone was beautiful, but not me — I didn't look good, well, that I didn't feel worthy enough anyway. I didn't deserve this. I didn't deserve him. "I'm really sorry." I said and tightened my arms around my stomach, trying my best to cover myself up.

But Theo didn't have any of it.

He immediately scooped me up into his arms, so that I was situated on his lap again, and kissed my forehead, me temple, my cheeks, the tip of my nose, and then my lips. "You've got it all wrong." He muttered, shaking his head.

I frowned, "w-what do you mean?"

He searched my eyes, "what you said. It's not correct. In fact, it's the furthest from the truth, baby."

Baby.

Lord have mercy.

Take me now. Have me how you want.

"I do not care what you look like, whether or not that's being naked or clothed. I do not care if you have a chubby belly, stretch marks, hair on your body or if you want to be some fucking dressed up panda. I do not care if you forgot to shave or don't have a thigh gap. I do not care about any of those things because that's not what a real man cares about. A real man doesn't ridicule and put down someone just for the fun of it, or to just straight out embarrass someone just to boost their fucking ego. I am not like that and never will be. You're fucking gorgeous, Willow, and you drive me outrageously insane that I feel like I'm going mental. You're what I want, and now that I've got you, I'm going to treasure every bit of you, as long as you let me— and if you don't, and ever want to stop, please let me know and I will. Don't be afraid to say anything. I want you to enjoy yourself as much as I want to please you."

I gulped, feeling like a whole weight had been shifted off of my shoulders. He was amazing, and always said the right words. He knew how to care for me and make me feel relaxed. He was so good with his words, too.

"Understand, Willow Sofia Anderson?" He asked softly.

"Yes. I understand." I nodded and we both shared a smile. Before any of us could say anything, our lips connected again and he pushed me back down flat against the bed, my arms circling around his neck. "You're so good to me." I whispered and he pecked my lips.

"Let me make you feel good." He said and I nodded. I propped myself up onto my elbows and swallowed hard, feeling anxiety bubble up inside of me. "You sure?" He asked for the final time.

"Yes." I said and before I knew it, he was pulling my lace cotton panties down and over my ass, dropping them onto the floor. I winced when I felt coldness reach my ass but the massaging of Theo's fingers on my thigh, lowering and lowering, took over most of my senses. He kissed my knees and the insides of my thighs and I felt myself pulsate. "T-Theo.."

"I know." He whispered, "I know baby."

I dropped my head onto the bed when his fingers inched closer and closer to my pool of wetness, feeling like I could explode at any given moment. He was teasing, teasing me a lot and he was so good at it. Before I could tell him to start, his mouth took in my heat, and my eyes burst open, my legs immediately spreading apart.

A massive moan left my mouth.

It felt so good, and the cold metal of his lip ring grazed my sweet spot, making me moan again and again.

Fudge.

FUCK.

I didn't think I was going to last.

"Theo.." I moaned into my hand and felt Theo's hands massage my lower thighs, reassuring me with no words. I bit my hand when I felt his tongue lick over my swollen bud, sucking it. I felt like I was on top of the world, dancing with the fairies, dipping myself into a pool of gold.

This was everything I dreamt of, and it made me wonder what sex would feel like. Did it feel as good as this?

No wonder so many people loved intimacy. It felt fucking unreal.

Another loud moan ripped out from my throat, body arching when he propped both of my legs over his shoulders, deepening the euphoric sensation. I couldn't help but buck myself against him when his tongue licked and sucked me and his fingers were toying with my bud.

"You're doing so well for me, baby." He said and I felt a new pool of wetness fill me. His voice - I loved it. Theo dragged his tongue from my aching core down to my hole, teasing an entry.

"F-fuck.." I whimpered, body bucking.

Theo's long fingers continued to play with my core whilst his tongue forced its way into my hole, my walls clenching around it.

"Oh my god—" I moaned and my hand went straight for his hair, feeling him lick and play with everything, and fuck it felt good. How had I never wanted to try this out before?

No wonder Betty raged about this sort of thing, and I was too naïve to believe her words. I always thought this type of thing would hur—

I calmed my teeth down onto my bottom lip, feeling an uncomfortable sensation build up as Theo inserted one finger, stretching me out. It hurt a little bit, but the pleasure took over the pain, feeling my walls clench around his long slender finger, making me rock against him. Then he inserted another finger and this time, it hurt more.

Ouch.

"You're doing so good, baby. Taking my fingers so well." He coaxed and I moaned at his voice. I loved it. "You've got this baby." He kissed my inner thigh and pulled his fingers out, making my hole clench. Then he immediately pushed them in again, hitting something that made the loudest moan to ever leave my mouth. What was that?

"Found it," he smirked and kept hitting that sport over and over again, making me rock my hips against his fingers, clenching my walls around him continuously. "So wet for me."

"Theo.." I closed my eyes, feeling my legs shake against his fingers, and even more so when his tongue entered my hole, eating me out. "I c-can't. I need—" I said, eyes rolling to the back of my head when I felt myself about to let go, reaching my climax. It was embarrassing being this close so early.

But his tongue and his fingers felt so good and I needed an immediate release.

"Let go, baby. You've done so well." His voice sent me over the edge an I spread my legs wider apart as I felt my first ever organism take over my body, euphoria travelling to all parts of my body. My hips bucked against his fingers and tongue and I raised my head to look at him, seeing his face deep in my pussy.

I whimpered when his fingers pulled out of my hole, my hole clenching on nothing but air. When he looked up at me moments later, a coy smirk was on his face, and even more so when he licked his lips and stood up, kneeling in between my spread legs. His face hovered over mine before he leant down and kissed me, my body feeling extremely calm and relaxed now.

"You did so good." He whispered and I bit down on my lip, feeling the aftermath of my orgasm chase after me, making my brain become complete mush. Theo saw that and sat me up, nodding his head to the bathroom. "Why don't we clean you up, yeah?"

I frowned and looked down at the very obvious bulge in his pants, seeing that he hadn't finished. "You, you haven't, erm—"

"I know, and that doesn't matter. What matters is you." He said reassuringly but I wanted to do it. I felt ready. Catching my eyeline, he shook his head. "Hey, you don't need to do anything, it really doesn't matter."

"But I want to," I gulped, looking back up at him and his tongue toyed with his lip ring, in thought. "Look, I want to do it. You're not forcing me to but I really want to. I can do it." I nodded firmly but he still looked like he was contemplating the idea. "U-Unless...you don't want me to?"

Theo snapped out of his thoughts and combed a hand through his hair, scratching his neck. I could see a small smirk on his lips and I knew he wanted this too. "Don't feel like you need to, because you don't."

"But, if I want to, I can?" I raised a brow and he shrugged, lowering his head and closed his eyes, his groin clearly painful.

"Fuck, only if you want to." He said and I smiled. He soon sat down on the bed, his blouse unbuttoned and showcasing his abs that we're heavily. He must work out everyday because there was no way he was built like a God with no effort put in.

Theo watched me as I kneeled between his legs, gulping. I knew that I wasn't forced to do this, in fact it was the complete opposite. But I felt nervous and a little excited, not knowing what I should expect.